Chapter 90: Squeezed

"God knows how much it recorded..."

He finally took off the smart glasses whose battery had died midway through the whole event. The frames felt warm in his hand from hours of continuous use. He himself wasn’t sure how much footage it had actually captured even though the manufacturer promised roughly twelve hours of backup recording time, but he couldn’t be certain without scrubbing through the files later.

...

A thin layer of dried sweat and fingerprints clouded the lenses.

"But... fuck... that was something else."

Kyle inhaled deeply, chest rising. His entire body was covered in a thick sheen of sweat that had dried in sticky patches across his chest, abs, and thighs.

Every sheet on the bed and large sections of the floor around it were ruined dark with sweat, streaked with thick white cum, and dotted with the clear, glossy discharge that had poured out of both women for hours.

The base of his cock was coated in a crust of dried cum mixed with their juices more splatters of the same mess were smeared across his lower stomach and the tops of his thighs. He was thoroughly filthy... and thoroughly satisfied. Even if the glasses had died partway through, they had almost certainly recorded more than enough content to keep his accounts fed for the rest of the month.

"Well, the duo is out of battery too."

He looked down at the mother-daughter pair sprawled across the bed. Both of them had been fucked so thoroughly that the moment he finished with them they had collapsed into the deepest possible sleep, brains completely scrambled by the endless stretch and the repeated flooding of their cunts. Their asses were still perked up slightly, soft and full, and from between those cheeks thick, creamy cum continued to ooze in slow, heavy drips.

"Hope... they don’t get fucking pregnant." He sighed and hoped when he looked at the mess he had created.

The volume he had pumped into each of them was almost unreal white trails ran down the insides of their thighs and pooled on the already soaked sheets beneath their hips.

*Spank.*

He couldn’t contain himself. His palm cracked hard across Sofia’s mature, heavy ass. The soft flesh rippled in thick waves under the impact, a fresh red handprint blooming on the pale skin. The jiggle was hypnotic.

*Spank.*

He gave Stacy’s younger, firmer peach the same treatment, watching the tighter cheek bounce and flush under his hand. Equal love. He stood there for a long moment just staring at the two ass cheeks side by side one fuller, softer, and more experienced and the other rounder, higher, and still carrying that youthful firmness. The way they stayed slightly raised, still leaking, was almost unfairly seductive. His spent cock twitched against his thigh and began to thicken again at the sight.

He forced the urge down.

He had already done more than enough damage for one night.

"I might have just made new world records. Man... I am the beast now."

A low, satisfied laugh left him.

"Blessed with the Dao of Dual Cultivation."

He actually laughed at the thought. In his old life he had never even imagined he would end up fucking a real MILF, let alone fucking one like this on the very first encounter and certainly not a mother-daughter pair in the same bed. The System had unlocked achievements he couldn’t have dreamed of a few months ago.

"Fuck... don’t look at me like that. It doesn’t help."

He stepped off the bed and moved around to the foot so he could see them from the front. Both women were completely naked, bodies soft and heavy with exhaustion. Their full breasts were compressed under their own weight against the mattress, the soft flesh spilling outward and creating deep, inviting cleavages.

Their faces still carried that slutty, fucked-stupid softness even in sleep lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, strands of hair stuck to sweaty foreheads and necks. The curves of their spines, the dip of their waists, the heavy swell of their hips and asses... it all combined into a visual that made his cock swell painfully against his thigh. He gritted his teeth and tried to stay rational. He wasn’t an animal.

Yet.

He reached for his shirt, then stopped halfway.

"Why the fuck am I getting ready to leave...? There’s something else I can still do."

A slow, sly smile spread across his face. When else was he ever going to get a moment like this again?

He dropped the shirt, stripped the rest of the way until he was completely naked once more, and walked over to the nightstand. The smart glasses supported standard USB charging. He plugged them in, angled the camera carefully toward the bed so it would catch everything, and started a new recording not of sex this time, but of something different.

"It’s going to be fun to watch this back later."

He rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain, then carefully slid his arms under Sofia’s limp body. She was heavier than she looked—all soft curves and dense, mature flesh but he managed to shift her to the left side of the bed, arranging her into a more natural sleeping position on her side.

He did the same with Stacy, moving her to the right side until there was a narrow strip of clear mattress between them. The bed was only a full-size double; space was limited.

"It’s cramped... but that’s even better for me."

Kyle climbed into the middle and carefully lowered himself between their warm, naked bodies. The fit was tight. The moment he settled, soft breasts pressed against both sides of his chest and ribs. Smooth stomachs and thighs molded against him. He could feel the residual heat radiating from their skin, the sticky traces of sweat and dried cum, the slow, even rhythm of their breathing. Every small shift made their bodies rub against his in slow, accidental caresses. Warm breath ghosted across his neck and collarbone from both sides.

He was completely sandwiched two naked women pressed tightly against him, their curves molding to every hard plane of his body. It was exactly the fantasy he had carried for years.

"Ahh, fuck... I’ve wanted this for so long."

He lay there for a few seconds simply absorbing the sensation: the weight of their breasts, the softness of their stomachs, the way their hips and thighs trapped his legs. His cock, already half-hard from the earlier view, thickened further in the tight space between their bodies.

Then, still deep in sleep, Stacy shifted.

Her hand slid downward, limp and uncoordinated, and draped directly over his cock. Soft fingers curled loosely around the shaft almost by accident and gave a slow, unconscious rub that dragged the sensitive skin against her palm.

"Ahh, fuck... what are you doing, Stacy?"